Gothic Jack

"...that I was a goth girl." He blinked a few times and when his vision cleared, suddenly 'his' room was different. Before it the walls had been painted blue, faded by the years, and the desk, wardrobe and book case had been pine. Now everything was black or purple. His jaw dropped and he glanced down. Before he'd had the body of a skinny teenage boy wearing only a pair of boxers. Not he had the body of a skinny teenage girl wearing a black silk teddy. He counted himself luck that he, no she he corrected himself, was just an A or B cup. Lip quivering, he fainted, dropping the stone.